To all intents and purposes at any rate. The man and I had a huge argument the other night. Over that old chestnut sex, and the fact that I feel that our relationship is about nothing but sex.
Due to us living about 300 miles from each other, we don’t get to see each other as often as we like, and when we do see each other, it seems to be that we just end up in bed and do not a lot else. We don’t talk much, we don’t have intelligent discussions, and it appears he resents the fact that I need to expound a lot of energy into my work.
So we tried talking. The conversation turned rather rapidly to sex, and how pissed off he was that he wasn’t going to get any when he came to see me, since Ramadhan would have started. This, obviously, upset me, and led me to the conclusion that sex was all he was in this relationship for. We discussed this, he assured me he loved me, and that it wasn’t just the physical stuff he was in this relationship for.
Feeling slightly better, I let things lie for a bit. Then came kicker number two. He’s a mathematician, I’m an astrophysicist. He attempted to make intelligent conversation, since apparantly the theoretical astrophysicists have decided that the universe is a Poincare 3-sphere. Now, that meant very little to me, and I asked him to explain what one was, what with him doing topology and things like that. Apparantly, its too hard for me to understand. Great, so I don’t have a modicum of intelligence then. :rolleyes:
So, then came the fact that I was working this weekend. Working because I’m at such a stage that if I can kick my theory into shape, and get it into my paper, I’ll have kick-started my career into the upper atmosphere. Apparantly though, I’m naughty (said as one would to a disobedient child), to work at the weekend.
Well, as you can imagine, I dislike being treated like this, and I’m sick of spending each evening after I’ve had a conversation with him, crying because I get the distinct impression that a) I’m, thick, and b) he’s just in it for the physical side of things.
So, this weekend was the final straw. He came down to see me on Saturday, his excuse, “you’re working too hard, I’m going to distract you.” I was dreading him coming over, and really didn’t want to see him. We had a bit of a discussion, and I decided that I couldn’t cope with this anymore. I am, therefore, single. And you know what, I haven’t felt this relieved for a long time.
Just thought I’d share. It feels better to get things off my chest. You can let this thread sink like a stone now.